Canada Geese

Honks and clucks of a flapping flock passing overhead, incoming, splashing down indelicately along Rosslyn’s waterfront. Few fall sounds capture this season like the cacophony of Canada geese.

I offer you this evening a Canada geese patchwork quilt to pull up cozily as you contemplate an autumn evening that feels less like summer and more like winter. This is the autumning…

The palliative pull of sunny exercise and cool air. The sounds of water sloshing, dripping. Oar locks creaking. Canada geese flying south, high overhead. Shoreline whispers. A squirrel dropping acorns through trees. A woodpecker drumming. (Source: Sculling Into Autumn)

After almost two hours
reclining in a dory,
observing waterfowl
and falling foliage,
listening to slice, drip,
slice, drip of oar blades,
moaning, creaking oar locks,
yielding to the pulse —
swift acceleration
followed by gentle glide —
with paws chilled by hull chilled
by October water,
fur warmed with thirsty air,
the vanishing voices
of Canada geese high
above slippery skiff,…

(Source: After Rowing, Retrieving)

You can practically hear the Canada Geese clamoring across the sky or settling onto the lake for a deserved rest. This time of year vast flocks of Canada Geese ply the skyways from early morning late into the night. It’s the soundtrack of Essex autumn. (Source: October Wind, Canada Geese and Essex DNA)

Seasonality’s sweet succor soothing so many concurrent transitions, blurring beginnings and endings, comings and goings, summer and autumn. My nephews transported us back to Rosslyn in their boat. Canada Geese V-ing south interrupted their journey, splashed down for the evening. Ripe ground cherries fell to the warm earth in the garden, crispy husks cushioning their fall. Tree frogs lullabied languidly as a fox barked beyond the orchard where fruit falls all day and all night. (Source: Good Night, Good Morning)

Teddi’s floral, agricultural, and wild foraged arrangement hums Octobering as much as the fall foliage beginning to blush, the sweet tart kiss of fresh cider squeezed from orchard apples, and the celestial V’s of Canada geese transiting. (Source: Teddi’s Octobering)